Full Name: Marcellino Tim Burger From (Hometown): Miami, Florida Gender: Male Ethnicity: Italian Traits (Appearance): 4'09'', blond hair, 43 years old, muscular Reason for coming on the plane: He figured out that his wife's boyfriend was going; He was looking for him, trying to get revenge for the affair. Brief History (Criminal record, past): Three year imprisonment for attempted killing of the guy. Anything else: Nope.
DAYONE
I opened my eyes to a sight that was new to me. I slowly tried to get off the ground, observing the atmosphere around me as I elevated my head. There were trees everywhere. Really really tall trees. Off in the distance, I saw a shore. As I stood up on my feet, I saw the tail of a familiar airplane off in the distance to my right. It was broken off. I suddenly had a flashback. I remembered; everyone was screaming, the pilot was trying to yell things on the speaker but no one could hear him. I was holding on to the chair in front of me, my face plunged in it. Then I blinked my eyes a couple of times and came to reality. As I began to move my feet and walk, I tripped on something. I looked to the ground. My binoculars! At least I had something left to use to look for the person my wife was having an affair with. I took them off of the ground and began to run toward the shore. I got to the shore and it seemed like there was miles and miles of it to both sides of me. I never would have thought to be in this situation. I went back to the place I had woken up at. I had priorities; 1- to set a shelter and gather everything useful I found. 2) to try to find the guy that slept with my wife. 3 -to torture and kill him. 4) to try to get out of this land. And thus, I started off by wandering the land, and trying to find anything to consume and preserve, and anything that might be useful in my plotting to get that scoundrel.
DAYTWO
I walked around the island, anxious of what I was going to find. I looked for any sort of food, water, and hard materials to make a good and sustainable shelter for however many days I would be on this treacherous island. I walked around in the forest for what felt like ages, desperately looking for something to eat. I was tired, but strong. At least, that's what I kept convincing myself. I finally came to this big tree with a huge coconut hanging on one of its branches. Using my buff muscles, I climbed up the tree and shook the branch that the coconut was on. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, my face in the moist mixture of sand, dirt, and pee. Three seconds later, what felt like a big rock fell right on top of my bony butt. It was the coconut. I got on my back, then rose up on my feet. The enormous coconut lay in the mixture of sand and dirt right in front of me. Well, at least I had food to eat. As I went to grab the gigantic fruit, a baby monkey came and slapped me on the face. "OO oo, aaa aaa" said the monkey. It took the coconut and jumped into the tree.
"Come back here you filthy animal." I yelled. I found a long pointy branch and grabbed it off the ground. I climbed up the tree, trapping the monkey to just one side. I suddenly an for the coconut, grabbed it from his arms, and fell into the bay. I used the coconut as my floatie and swam back to shore.
DAYTHREE
I got up on my feet and dragged my legs through when I came to the shallow water. I was soaking, dripping, and sand was attracted to me. As I held the huge coconut with my wrinkled hands, I thought of what I had to go through to get it. I held it closely to my chest and walked back to a random tree in the forest. I looked around for something sharp to cut it with, keeping the coconut in my hands lest another creature attempt to take it. I found a big steel piece of what looked like was part of the plane.
"That should do it!" I said to my self.
I went back to the tree that I was previously at, sat down, started chopping the coconut. The juice was leaking out of the pores, so I quickly put my mouth to them.
"AHHHHH!! FOOD HAS NEVER TASTED SO GOOD!" I yelled!
I decided to keep half of the coconut for later. I got up, took it in my hands, and walked off to search for things. I walked until the sunset. Nothing. I found nothing at all.
Suddenly, I found something shining off in the distance. Some sort of light. I went to it, frowning at the bright light as I got closer. It was partially hidden by some big leaves. I picked up the leaves and found a flashlight.
"Wow, this day, well, or night I guess, is getting gradually better." I said.
I picked up the flashlight.
"I can use this for looking for a midnight meal. Then, after I am energized, I'll use it to find that scoundrel. Things aren't over for him!"
I held the flashlight in one hand, the coconut in the other, using the flashlight as my source of light. I walked back to the tree, sat, held the coconut to my chest, turned off the flashlight, and put it in my pocket. I yanked really big leaves off of the tree above me, and put them over me. Before I knew it, I was deep into sleep.
DAYFOUR
I woke up to sunlight shining brightly on my face. Half of the coconut that was preserved lay in my hands, between my arms and my chest. I took the huge tree leaves that serves as a blanket for the night and stood up. I stretched and yawned.
"Well, welcome to the official second day of being on this island." I yelled to my self. I ate the rest of the coconut, then went to the shore to get some water. I filled the big shell with lots of water. The sea water actually wasn't that salty. That should do it!
I went back to the tree and sat down.
"What should be done next? What? What?" I pondered to myself.
I thought back to the checklist in my head.
1) gather useful things....coconut, water, flashlight, binoculars, leaves........done that..
2) try to fin the guy that slept with my wife.......I guess that's next
I gathered the coconut, which carried the water, the flashlight, and the leaves that served quite well as a blanket.
Then, I started my journey. I walked deep into the forest. Every once in a while, I stopped, sat against a tree, and drank some water. I walked and walked and walked.
The sun was setting and before I knew it, it was dark. Suddenly, in a far distance, I found something blazing!
"Could it be a fire?"
I started running. As I got closer to the blazing object, I figured it was a fire. There were figures around it. At least three, maybe four. At that point, I didn't get any closer. If the guy I was looking for was there, I wanted to make sure it was a pleasant surprise. I walked about fifty feet back into the forest, still making the campfire visible, and climbed up a tree. I put the leaves in between to heavy branches, the coconut with the water on top. I took out my binoculars, and every few minutes I looked in them and observed. I was ready to catch that scoundrel and get revenge. And certainly, I knew he had no idea what was going on.
DAYAFTER LOST ATSEA (FIVE)
Water, water everywhere. Salty. I was in the middle of no where, surrounded by water, 360 degrees (all around). My fingers were prunes. I was so cold.
"How the hell did I get here? Ugh, I'm such an idiot." I said to myself in despair.
I was thirsty, thirsty for unsalty water. I was so tired. I couldn't move, but I had to keep treading the water to prevent myself from drowning.
I looked all around me. I couldn't see anything but waves for miles and miles.
I thought of giving up. Everything would be easier. I would probably go to hell. I decided to ask for forgiveness.
"Please God, forgive me. I am a sinner."
I said it a couple of times and then did the sign of the cross.
Then, I stopped treading and let go of everything.
I closed my eyes, and sunk.
DAY SIX(DEAD)
I was standing at a very clean, bright place. Everything around me was white. Where was I? Was this paradise?
There were gates that looked like the kind that led to heaven.
I saw a man standing right in front of the gates, motionless. I walked up to the man.
"Um, hello? Excuse me?!" I said.
The man, startled by my voice, turned around and looked at me. He looked familiar.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Sorry. I was wondering....are we in heaven?" I asked.
"Yes, yes we are." he replied. "I was killed recently by a hungry lion.
"I was killed too! Well, I guess, .....by water lol." I said.
I suddenly remembered.
"You were on the island! You were confronted by a tiger before, right?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, should we go inside?" I asked.
"I guess." he replied.
So we both entered the gates.
DAY SEVEN (DEAD)
Things were even whiter and brighter beyond the gates. It seemed like there were never ending puffed up clouds in front of us.
"Wow, this is the most beautiful place I have ever seen." I said in disbelief.
"Me too!" said Waylon.
"Well, what do we do now?" I asked.
"Uh, I don't know. Let's walk around." he said.
We walked around. The first thing we came to was somewhat of a barber shop. Outside, it said, "Angel Fade".
"Oh wow! I never knew there was a barber shop in heaven!" said Waylon.
"Let's go check it out." I said.
We walked inside and looked around. There were recliners everywhere, and there were three workers dressed in black.
"Well hello there." one of the workers said. "I'm Joseph. How may I help you?"
"Um, hi there." said Waylon. "We are new here."
"Well, well! Welcome! Let me get you guys some refreshments and then I'll give you guys some nice new cuts."
"I'm in. Thanks!" I said. We sat down on the recliners, drinking pink lemonade, and getting our hair done.
"Heaven's pretty awesome dude!" Waylon said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah I know!" I answered.
We sat there, in the best comfort we have ever been in, and bonded while getting our hair done.
DAY EIGHT (DEAD)
When our hair was finally complete, we both got off of the recliners.
"Well thank you so much", say Waylon. He tried to give the worker money but the worker nicely declined the offer.
"You don't have to do that, Sir. We are in heaven. There is no money given around here. We do things out of generosity, not for pay." said the worker.
"Well, thanks a lot." I said.
We both walked out of the shop and stopped at the entrance. I had an idea. I should go back to the island and find that guy who slept with my wife. I ain't done with him, even if I was dead. I told my idea to Waylon, who took it surprisingly but agreed.
"Well, how are we supposed to get there?' he asked.
"I don't know. I suppose maybe that worker in there would know a way!? Let's go ask him." I said.
We both turned around and walked back inside.
"Well, hello again." he said. "How may I help you this time?"
"Sorry, I know we have been bothering you, but we were wondering.....how can we get back to Earth, even if it was just our spirits?" Waylon asked, curiously.
"Well, all you have to do is get out of here, jump off the clouds and glide your way though to your destination." he said.
We gave him our thanks and walked out of the salon. We walked out of heaven and found the edge of a cloud. We jumped on it and began our journey back to the island.
DAY NINE (DEAD)
It seemed like we were flying., I couldn't see Waylon at all. I looked all around. As I came to turn my head the opposite direction of where I was looking, my whole body turned with my head. I suddenly saw Waylon, about eight feet above me. He looked like a gigantic bird.
Suddenly, I felt a hard hit on my head, and then soon my whole body. The object was so big, bigger than me, and I couldn't get out of it. Waylon came flying and pulled my arm.
"You're stuck in a hot air balloon, you idiot. Stop fighting it!" he yelled.
Waylon pulled me out, and we flew the opposite way of where the balloon was heading.
Later, we saw water and land below us. That was definitely the island.
"C'mon, that's the island." Waylon said.
He was ahead of me now, which was weird since the reason we were going in the first place was so I could get revenge.
I felt myself dropping, and I didn't know if that was normal, until I looked at Waylon. He was dropping too.
He seemed to fall on the sand, and I felt the water under me. Oh No!
Suddenly, my whole body was wet and I was surrounded by water.....again!!! I began to have flashbacks. Flashbacks of how I died.
I started screaming, and then someone grabbed my arm.
"Do you not know how to swim?" said a familiar voice.
It was Waylon.
"Oh thank God. Thanks Waylon."
"Hahahaha anytime." he said.
We walked to shore and layed down on the sand.
We talked and talked, while the warm sun dried our bodies.
DAY TEN (DEAD)
During our conversation, I brought up the idea of getting revenge for my wife.
"Sure man, that sounds like a plan..kind of weird, but okay. I'm going to go get some alone time while you do that, and when things get dark, we can meet here again." said Waylon.
"Yeah, sounds great." I replied to Waylon.
We both then took our own ways. I walked to the right and he walked to the left.
I kept looking back as we got farther apart. Every five seconds, I would see a smaller figure of Waylon than before. When I turned back for the last time, Waylon was out of sight.
"Okay, I guess I'm on my own from now on. It's time to find HIM." I said to myself.
I walked and walked until I came to a familiar tree. I knew I saw that tree before. I climbed up the tree. Everything felt like it happened before. I sat in a comfortable spot, and I suddenly spotted objects. Some big leaves lay on the tree branches, and there was a flashlight and binoculars under them.
"Wow. I had these when I was alive on this island!" I said to myself.
I suddenly had flashbacks. I saw myself looking through the binoculars at a campfire with people around it. They guy was one of them.
I came back to reality. I took my binoculars and looked through them at the same angle.
DAY ELEVEN (DEAD)
There was no one ahead. Last time I checked there, there was a group of people sitting around a campfire. Now there was no campfire nor people around it. It was depressing. Thoughts kept running through my mind now. I thought and thought. I thought of things I have never thought of before. What if he died? What if he ran away and I was just wasting my time?
It was getting dark, so I decided to sleep on it. I was still up on the tree branches.
I took the big leaves and covered myself. I thought and thought, and before I knew it, I was asleep.
The next morning, I woke up. I tried remembering what I thought about when I was dreaming. I couldn't remember much.
I spent the whole day thinking about what to do.
At around dusk, I finally came to a solution. The plan is to stop what I am doing. I am dead, for God's sake...dead. What good is it for me to go haunt someone? One day I will meet them, and it doesn't have to be now. Why was I in such a hurry? '
I was pretty confident in my decision, and I started climbing down the tree. I left the binoculars where they were, but I took the leaves and flashlight just in case I needed warmth or light during the night.
I started walking back, taking the same way I took to get to the tree. I remembered the agreement I made with Waylon to meet back at the spot we left each other when I was done.
I was done.
I walked back, and thankfully remembering the spot I almost drowned at, I came to a point and stopped.
"I guess I'll just settle here till Waylon comes." I said to myself.
I lay down on the cool sand, put the leaves on me, hugged the flashlight to my chest, and closed my eyes.
DAY TWELVE (DEAD)
I couldn't sleep. My mind was overworking itself. I couldn't stop thinking about random stuff. I wasn't even that tired. At times, I opened my eyes and looked at the shore. It came to me, and then the tide swept it away. Over and over and over again. I was bored out pof my mind waiting for Waylon. I thought it would have been easier, but it wasnt. It was like 15 minutes ever since I stopped in this place and lay on the ground. I was going insane over that 15 minutes.
"Ugh, how am I supposed to have any tolerance for waiting any longer?" I yelled, as I looked to the sky.
Just a while from then, I saw a figure coming toward me from the sky. He landed on his feet and started walking toward me. It was Waylon.
"Dude, I've been waiting for you here!" I yelled to him.
"Dude, for like how long?" asked Waylon, sarcastically.
"Ummmm, like 20 minutes I think." I said with a smurk.
"Ugh, well I'm sorry to keep your highness waiting for 20 MINUTES!" he said.
"LOL, its fine you dingus." I said.
We both laughed.
"Alright, I think its time we both go up to heaven now. I'm so sick of this place. Its depressing. Seriously!" I said.
"Okay, hahaaa, lets go." he said. " I totally agree, man. I don't like this place. It gives me nightmares."
We both gave each other a hand, jumped from cloud to cloud, and soared.
It was windy, but I didn't mind since it was very hot on the island. Soaring through the clouds in the air made me relieved. It was like I was leaving all the depression and anxiety down at Earth, and was now free. Free of anything and everything. I could do whatever the hell I want, and no one could stop me. It felt great.
DAY THIRTEEN (DEAD)
"So, what are we gonna do when we get to heaven?" I asked Waylon.
"Well I went to this ice cream place when you were down on that island and I was up here. Its called YoFresh in YoDreams. Lets go there."
"Okay, sure. Its not like I have anything better to do." I said.
I followed Waylon to the place.
We walked in. It smelled so good. Like really good.
Waylon ordered a mint chocolate chip ice cream and I ordered a Heaven spice. I figured it was something around Pumpkin Spice, but better, cause you know, everything is better in heaven.
We got our ice cream and sat down at the parlor.
We awkwardly sat there for 2 minutes and then I spoke up.
"So...What should we discuss?" I asked him. He was too busy digging in his ice cream to pay attention to what I was saying.
"Hellooooo?" I said in a louder voice.
He dropped his spoon and looked up. I repeated the question I had asked earlier.
"Lets just talk about what we are gonna do next. I'm predicting we are going to be here for a while." he answered. Then, he went back to eating the ice cream he had scooped up and left on his spoon.
" Well, you see, I want to go to Germany. I want to see how my son and sister are doing." he said.
"Yeah, sure. You go do that. I think I'm gonna go to Miami to see what my wife is up to. If she even knows I'm dead, or if she is cheating on me again." I said.
"Okay. How long are you going to stay, do you think?" he asked.
"Lets see." I thought to myself. "How about two days. And after those two days, meet me here. If someone comes before the other, just wait."
"Okay, sounds like plan."
We both started to eat our ice cream, which was melting.
We were both tired.
"Lets get some sleep." said Waylon. "Lets just go sleep on a nearby cloud or something."
I didn't reply, just nodded. I followed him to a nearby cloud and we both jumped on it and made ourselves comfortable. It felt like a temper pedic bed.
We both drifted off to sleep.
DAY FOURTEEN (DEAD)
I woke up. I looked to my side, and there was Waylon, still snoring.
"Wow, that was the first in a long time I got such good sleep!" I said.
Waylon started moving. Slowly, his eyes opened.
"Good mornin!" I said.
"Good morning", he said. He got up and stretched for about 5 seconds.
"So, are we both gonna go our own ways?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Not now though. Let's go get some coffee and breakfast first." I said as I got up. He gave me a hand and then watched me as I stretched.
"Okay, let's go." he said, and we both started walking.
We decidd to take a stroll around heaven, looking at the stores and restaurants to see which one we wanted to have breakfast in. We weren't in a hurry, and we were using this leisurely time to talk before we had to go our separate ways for two days. We stopped at this place. I didn't bother to look at the name of it because my neck hurt. The smell attracted Waylon and I and made us both turn toward it. We looked at each other and knew we both wanted to go in and check this place out, so that's what we did.
"Yooo, they have cinnamon bunssss!" Waylon shouted to me, clapping his hands together. He was so excited, which really amused me.
" I'm not that big of a fan, so I think I'll stick with the American breakfast."
A waitress then came our way. She asked us if we were just two, and Waylon said yes. She seated us in the corner of the restaurant and took our orders. Obviously, Waylon ordered the cinnamon buns he had been craving ever since we walked in. I just ordered the original scrambled eggs with bacon and white toast. The waitress said it would be about ten minutes but she got us the coffee right away. She was a sweetheart.
Waylon and I started a conversation while sipping our coffee. We seemed to talk a lot, as one thing led to the other. I had guessed that the ten minutes were up when the waitress came, carrying our food. We thanked her and she asked if we wanted anything else. We said no and she left us alone.
Waylon and I talked, ate, and laughed about the most random things. I was happy I found someone to accompany me in heaven. No one likes to be alone. He was a really good friend.
DAY FIFTEEN (DEAD)
We finished eating, and the waitress came. She took our empty plates and put a small black pocket book in between both of us. She gave a smile and walked away.
"Is that a check?" I asked.
"I thought everything in heaven was free." said Waylon, looking confused.
I opened the pocket book. There was no check in there. No paper. Just two pieces of wrapped chocolate. On the wrappers it read Lindt.
"Oh wow. This is my favorite chocolate." I said to Waylon.
He took one. "Mine too!" he said, quickly unwrapping the chocolate.
I took one and we both put it in our mouths. The chocolate seemed hard at first, but seconds later, it was melting into my mouth like there were chocolate fountains in my mouth.
It took us about a minute to digest that chocolate and get it through our throats. It was delicious.
We put our wrappers in the middle of the table.
"So?" Waylon said.
"So?!!" I repeated.
"Well, what's next? Do we go our separate ways from now?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so." I answered.
We both got up and walked out of the door. We stopped at the front and said our farewells. We reminded each other that we would meet here exactly two days from when we left. He went to the right and I went to the left. .
I was now alone. So where was I planning to again? Oh, that's right, Miami...to see how my wife was doing and whether she knows if I'm dead or not.
I got to the gate of heaven and looked out at the clouds. This was my second time going back to Earth. I needed to see what was to be done, so I could come back to heaven after that and stay there forever.
I jumped on a cloud and descended down to Earth. Hopefully, that was going to be the last time I ever had to do that.
DAY SIXTEEN (DEAD)
I was soaring through the air. I didn't know what level of air I was in, to be honest. I descended deeper, seeing more blue than white by the minute.
Soon, all the white clouds disappeared from my sight and I saw the big blue ocean. I didn't know if it was the Caribbean or the Atlantic Ocean. There was so much water around me. I knew from then that there would be a lot of flying that day.
I flew for a while, finally spotting some land. I decided to descend to the closest ground to check where I was. I got to the ground. Sand. Sand again!? I walked around and found many trees. The shore and sand were the outside appearance. I went to the inside. It was a forest full of trees. Ugh, I was at the island again! This was probably the other side of the island. I knew it wasn't Miami because it certainly didn't look like it!
I waited a little to allow my soul to get enough energy and then I flew back up into the atmosphere. I decided to fly just the way I was facing, and see where my fate would take me.
I flew and flew. I doubted I was even going the right way. I began entertaining myself. I would try to ascend and descend to where the birds were flying and scare them away. That was really entertaining.
I was getting close to a bird when suddenly, I saw land again! I got so excited. I scared the bird first, and then I headed toward the land. There was a shore again. I was hoping it was Miami Beach.
I got so close and saw many people. Ladies in bikinis, men in shorts, and kids building sand castles!
"Yes!" I yelled. This is most likely Miami.
I got down to the ground and looked around. Everyone was having fun. People were enjoying their lives to the max. That made me miss being alive.
I walked up the beach, to the boardwalk. Man, it felt like it was 120 degrees there.
I walked past the boardwalk and into the streets. Looking at the street names and tall buildings, I knew I was in Miami.
I flew up again, only this time, looking at the signs of street names and directions to get back to my house.
I followed Beach Street until it led me to Consen Street. I knew my way back from there.
Before I knew it, I was in my neighborhood. I arrived at my house. My wife's car wasn't there. Great. It was time to go inside and investigate.
DAY SEVENTEEN (DEAD)
I walked in and went into the house. To my left was a staircase and to my right, a living room. It was just as I had left it. Same furniture, same everything.
I walked into the kitchen and looked at the dining room. I was actually hungry. I opened the refrigerator, which was in between the two rooms. The refrigerator was practically the same as I had left it! There was the yogurt on the door, and the cheeses and cold meats on the shelves. I took them out ans started eating them. It tasted so good,. It tasted like home. Well that's weird.
I went back into the living room and sat on the couch. I looked around and switched on a lamp. Under the lamp, there was a framed photo of my wife and I that I had never seen there before. I mean, until the last day I was here, it wasn't there. I never thought she would actually be putting that up. I thought for a second that maybe she didn't cheat on me. Maybe I was mistaken. I turned off the light of the lamp. The next thing I decided to do was go up to our bedroom, which would probably give the most clues. I went up the staircase and turned right, walking into our room. The bed was made, and there were black clothes all around the room. Maybe someone died.
Wait a second. Maybe she figured out I died. There were too many thoughts running through my head. I looked around the room once more, going through papers and files. Nothing stood out. No files, divorce papers, nothing.
I still didn't have enough information to prove anything. As I walked out of the room, I saw a paper on the ground under one of her back shirts.
Picking it up, I read the title, Need Financial Assistance for Funeral Payments? We Can Help!.
I didn't recall anyone in our family dying. Maybe that was for me. Maybe all along, she knew I was dead. I still didn't know how she felt about it.
Suddenly. I heard the sound of someone unlocking the front door and opening it. I dropped the shirt and paper to exactly where they were, looking around the room to make sure I didn't leave anything where it wasn't. I went downstairs. There she was, the love of my life, wearing all black and looking very sad. She walked in and dropped her purse on the ground, wiping her tears with her worn out tissue. She kept the door open. Why would she do that?
I heard a voice coming from the outside. I went to the door and saw her friend, Layla, locking the car and walking toward the house.
She walked in, closed the house door, locked it, and went and sat down next to my wife. She had her hand on her back and tried to console her as she started to cry.
"Shh, its okay, its okay." she said.
My wife looked to the right and turned on the same lamp I turned on earlier that day. She took the framed picture of her and I and held it.
"I just miss him so much!" she said. "I can't believe he died trying to get a job interview." That's what I told her I would be doing.
"I loved him ALL OF MY LIFE. He was the love of my life, and no one could ever replace him in my heart." she said. She turned to her left, where her friend Layla was.
"You know all of my secrets right? I stayed loyal to him my whole life. No other man. I wonder if he stayed loyal to me too." she said, as she started to cry again.
DAY EIGHTEEN (DEAD)
I started to tear up. I couldn't believe I had blamed her all of this time for something she didn't even do. I jumped to conclusions, and I was wrong. At that moment, I wanted to live again, just for a few seconds even, to tell her I was sorry....sorry for everything. I was desperate and depressed. All i kept thinking of was how much of an idiot I had become. How my mind took over my thoughts and actions, and made me such an idiot. I just couldn't believe it. And then the maybes came.
Maybe if I wouldn't have jumped to conclusions and blamed her, I could be with her today. If I wouldn't have blamed her for something like that, I would have never went on that plane, never gotten stranded on that dumb island, never would have got lost at sea and sunk. Wow, I'm the biggest idiot. Not only did I do that, but this was all a lie for my wife. The last feeling I felt toward her was probably hatred, and the last thing I told her was a lie. Wow. Wow, Marcellino, great job. Just great.
I looked up at her watered face. I couldn't bear looking at her any longer. I felt more and more guilty as I did, so I just looked down at my feet. I figured it was time to go now. I wished her the best luck and yelled "I love you" and "I'm so so sorry" even if she couldn't hear me.
I walked out the door and wiped a tear off of my face. I suddenly remembered was supposed to meet Waylon at that diner after two days. I was guessing that would be tonight. I then ran back to the Miami shore and flew into the sky. I didn't feel like amusing myself by hitting birds anymore. I wasn't in the mood, especially after all that happened earlier.
I flew for what seemed forever, until I got to a really cloudy place and started jumping off of them. I ascended for a while until I finally arrived at the gates of heaven. I entered feeling very unworthy and followed the signs that took me to the diner. There I saw Waylon, eating a cinnamon bun, and sitting on the bench just outside of the diner. I walked closer and closer to him, wishing he wouldn't ask me how my trip was.
DAY NINETEEN (DEAD)
I walked up to Waylon. At first, he couldn't see me because he was too focused on his cinnamon bun. I decided to wait until he finished and actually decided to look up. I didn't want to ruin his happiness with my gloominess.
He finally finished and looked up, while wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Marcellino!" he yelled. "Hey, man. How was your trip?" He got up and hugged me.
I looked at him, with my droopy eyes, and didn't say anything.
"Oh, was it that bad?"
"Eh, you can say so." I replied.
He took me inside the diner that we were at before we split up and we ordered some lunch. I didn't really feel like eating or talking, but I didn't want to upset Waylon.
"So... tell me about all your trip." he said, energetically.
"No, you go ahead and start first.
"Well, okay...if you insist. I went back to my hometown...."
I started to day dream. I couldn't really pay attention to what he was saying. He was explaining all these things and I was being plain rude. I couldn't help it though. For some reason, I could not concentrate on what he was saying. I tried, but I just couldn't. I think my guilt took over me.
"So." he said. "What did you do?"
I honestly didn't want to answer that question, and I was considering giving him the silent treatment, but I didn't want to be rude, or at least, that was enough disrespect to the guy for one day. I told him about everything. About hitting the birds with stones on the way there. About arriving to the house and seeing everything the same way it was when I had left the house. About finding the financial needs for funeral payments on the ground. About finding my wife, dressed in all black, crying. I just couldn't handle my emotions anymore. My eyes were tearing up and tears were rolling down my warm cheeks. I felt like a baby. An idiot. A betrayer.
DAY TWENTY (DEAD)
I finished telling my side of the story. I put my head down; I couldn't help to see Waylon looking at me crying like an idiot. He patted my arm, assuring it was okay and that what we had to look at from then on was the future. I looked up at his face. I wiped my tears off of my cheeks and rubbed my eyes.
"Okay, so what next?" I asked. I felt like I've asked that question too many times.
"I don't know. It seems like we'll be here for eternity, so I guess we'll just live on, doing random activities." he said.
Waylon was right. We were going to be here forever. Forever was a scary word now that I had started thinking about it. Life on Earth was fun. I feel like I had a purpose...we all did. But on heaven I just feel like we are stuck in one place..FOREVER. Like I will never be able to be anywhere else. It was like there was no purpose to life. Well, "life". I don't know. I always hated when this topic came into my mind and had me thinking like this. It was just to confusing to grasp on all of that information. I tried to stop thinking about it, but couldn't. After all, this is the after life and its really normal if these thoughts come into my mind.
I looked at Waylon. He was jut looking at the wall behind me, staring. I turned around to see what he was looking at, but it was a blank wall. I guess he was just day dreaming. Or thinking.
I decided to start thinking too. As much as I hated thinking, I knew I had to. It was really confusing and scary to think and go beyond the imaginations in my head. I didn't know what "life" was going to be like. As much as I loved heaven because of how much freedom and peace there was, I hated it because it was just a never-ending cycle, all the time. I looked at Waylon. He was still thinking. Man, what could be that interesting to think about?
I decided to leave him thinking. I left a message on the paper in front of me saying I was gonna spend some time at the gates of heaven.
I left the diner and went to the gates of heaven. There, I sat down, and stared at the gates of heaven, hoping for my wife to come through soon.
DECEASED ON DAY FOUR - LOST AT SEA
Full Name: Marcellino Tim Burger
From (Hometown): Miami, Florida
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Italian
Traits (Appearance): 4'09'', blond hair, 43 years old, muscular
Reason for coming on the plane: He figured out that his wife's boyfriend was going; He was looking for him, trying to get revenge for the affair.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): Three year imprisonment for attempted killing of the guy.
Anything else: Nope.
DAY ONE
I opened my eyes to a sight that was new to me. I slowly tried to get off the ground, observing the atmosphere around me as I elevated my head. There were trees everywhere. Really really tall trees. Off in the distance, I saw a shore. As I stood up on my feet, I saw the tail of a familiar airplane off in the distance to my right. It was broken off. I suddenly had a flashback. I remembered; everyone was screaming, the pilot was trying to yell things on the speaker but no one could hear him. I was holding on to the chair in front of me, my face plunged in it. Then I blinked my eyes a couple of times and came to reality. As I began to move my feet and walk, I tripped on something. I looked to the ground. My binoculars! At least I had something left to use to look for the person my wife was having an affair with. I took them off of the ground and began to run toward the shore. I got to the shore and it seemed like there was miles and miles of it to both sides of me. I never would have thought to be in this situation. I went back to the place I had woken up at. I had priorities; 1- to set a shelter and gather everything useful I found. 2) to try to find the guy that slept with my wife. 3 -to torture and kill him. 4) to try to get out of this land. And thus, I started off by wandering the land, and trying to find anything to consume and preserve, and anything that might be useful in my plotting to get that scoundrel.DAY TWO
I walked around the island, anxious of what I was going to find. I looked for any sort of food, water, and hard materials to make a good and sustainable shelter for however many days I would be on this treacherous island. I walked around in the forest for what felt like ages, desperately looking for something to eat. I was tired, but strong. At least, that's what I kept convincing myself. I finally came to this big tree with a huge coconut hanging on one of its branches. Using my buff muscles, I climbed up the tree and shook the branch that the coconut was on. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, my face in the moist mixture of sand, dirt, and pee. Three seconds later, what felt like a big rock fell right on top of my bony butt. It was the coconut. I got on my back, then rose up on my feet. The enormous coconut lay in the mixture of sand and dirt right in front of me. Well, at least I had food to eat. As I went to grab the gigantic fruit, a baby monkey came and slapped me on the face. "OO oo, aaa aaa" said the monkey. It took the coconut and jumped into the tree."Come back here you filthy animal." I yelled. I found a long pointy branch and grabbed it off the ground. I climbed up the tree, trapping the monkey to just one side. I suddenly an for the coconut, grabbed it from his arms, and fell into the bay. I used the coconut as my floatie and swam back to shore.
DAY THREE
I got up on my feet and dragged my legs through when I came to the shallow water. I was soaking, dripping, and sand was attracted to me. As I held the huge coconut with my wrinkled hands, I thought of what I had to go through to get it. I held it closely to my chest and walked back to a random tree in the forest. I looked around for something sharp to cut it with, keeping the coconut in my hands lest another creature attempt to take it. I found a big steel piece of what looked like was part of the plane."That should do it!" I said to my self.
I went back to the tree that I was previously at, sat down, started chopping the coconut. The juice was leaking out of the pores, so I quickly put my mouth to them.
"AHHHHH!! FOOD HAS NEVER TASTED SO GOOD!" I yelled!
I decided to keep half of the coconut for later. I got up, took it in my hands, and walked off to search for things. I walked until the sunset. Nothing. I found nothing at all.
Suddenly, I found something shining off in the distance. Some sort of light. I went to it, frowning at the bright light as I got closer. It was partially hidden by some big leaves. I picked up the leaves and found a flashlight.
"Wow, this day, well, or night I guess, is getting gradually better." I said.
I picked up the flashlight.
"I can use this for looking for a midnight meal. Then, after I am energized, I'll use it to find that scoundrel. Things aren't over for him!"
I held the flashlight in one hand, the coconut in the other, using the flashlight as my source of light. I walked back to the tree, sat, held the coconut to my chest, turned off the flashlight, and put it in my pocket. I yanked really big leaves off of the tree above me, and put them over me. Before I knew it, I was deep into sleep.
DAY FOUR
I woke up to sunlight shining brightly on my face. Half of the coconut that was preserved lay in my hands, between my arms and my chest. I took the huge tree leaves that serves as a blanket for the night and stood up. I stretched and yawned."Well, welcome to the official second day of being on this island." I yelled to my self. I ate the rest of the coconut, then went to the shore to get some water. I filled the big shell with lots of water. The sea water actually wasn't that salty. That should do it!
I went back to the tree and sat down.
"What should be done next? What? What?" I pondered to myself.
I thought back to the checklist in my head.
1) gather useful things....coconut, water, flashlight, binoculars, leaves........done that..
2) try to fin the guy that slept with my wife.......I guess that's next
I gathered the coconut, which carried the water, the flashlight, and the leaves that served quite well as a blanket.
Then, I started my journey. I walked deep into the forest. Every once in a while, I stopped, sat against a tree, and drank some water. I walked and walked and walked.
The sun was setting and before I knew it, it was dark. Suddenly, in a far distance, I found something blazing!
"Could it be a fire?"
I started running. As I got closer to the blazing object, I figured it was a fire. There were figures around it. At least three, maybe four. At that point, I didn't get any closer. If the guy I was looking for was there, I wanted to make sure it was a pleasant surprise. I walked about fifty feet back into the forest, still making the campfire visible, and climbed up a tree. I put the leaves in between to heavy branches, the coconut with the water on top. I took out my binoculars, and every few minutes I looked in them and observed. I was ready to catch that scoundrel and get revenge. And certainly, I knew he had no idea what was going on.
DAY AFTER LOST AT SEA (FIVE)
Water, water everywhere. Salty. I was in the middle of no where, surrounded by water, 360 degrees (all around). My fingers were prunes. I was so cold."How the hell did I get here? Ugh, I'm such an idiot." I said to myself in despair.
I was thirsty, thirsty for unsalty water. I was so tired. I couldn't move, but I had to keep treading the water to prevent myself from drowning.
I looked all around me. I couldn't see anything but waves for miles and miles.
I thought of giving up. Everything would be easier. I would probably go to hell. I decided to ask for forgiveness.
"Please God, forgive me. I am a sinner."
I said it a couple of times and then did the sign of the cross.
Then, I stopped treading and let go of everything.
I closed my eyes, and sunk.
DAY SIX (DEAD)
I was standing at a very clean, bright place. Everything around me was white. Where was I? Was this paradise?There were gates that looked like the kind that led to heaven.
I saw a man standing right in front of the gates, motionless. I walked up to the man.
"Um, hello? Excuse me?!" I said.
The man, startled by my voice, turned around and looked at me. He looked familiar.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Sorry. I was wondering....are we in heaven?" I asked.
"Yes, yes we are." he replied. "I was killed recently by a hungry lion.
"I was killed too! Well, I guess, .....by water lol." I said.
I suddenly remembered.
"You were on the island! You were confronted by a tiger before, right?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, should we go inside?" I asked.
"I guess." he replied.
So we both entered the gates.
DAY SEVEN (DEAD)
Things were even whiter and brighter beyond the gates. It seemed like there were never ending puffed up clouds in front of us."Wow, this is the most beautiful place I have ever seen." I said in disbelief.
"Me too!" said Waylon.
"Well, what do we do now?" I asked.
"Uh, I don't know. Let's walk around." he said.
We walked around. The first thing we came to was somewhat of a barber shop. Outside, it said, "Angel Fade".
"Oh wow! I never knew there was a barber shop in heaven!" said Waylon.
"Let's go check it out." I said.
We walked inside and looked around. There were recliners everywhere, and there were three workers dressed in black.
"Well hello there." one of the workers said. "I'm Joseph. How may I help you?"
"Um, hi there." said Waylon. "We are new here."
"Well, well! Welcome! Let me get you guys some refreshments and then I'll give you guys some nice new cuts."
"I'm in. Thanks!" I said. We sat down on the recliners, drinking pink lemonade, and getting our hair done.
"Heaven's pretty awesome dude!" Waylon said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah I know!" I answered.
We sat there, in the best comfort we have ever been in, and bonded while getting our hair done.
DAY EIGHT (DEAD)
When our hair was finally complete, we both got off of the recliners."Well thank you so much", say Waylon. He tried to give the worker money but the worker nicely declined the offer.
"You don't have to do that, Sir. We are in heaven. There is no money given around here. We do things out of generosity, not for pay." said the worker.
"Well, thanks a lot." I said.
We both walked out of the shop and stopped at the entrance. I had an idea. I should go back to the island and find that guy who slept with my wife. I ain't done with him, even if I was dead. I told my idea to Waylon, who took it surprisingly but agreed.
"Well, how are we supposed to get there?' he asked.
"I don't know. I suppose maybe that worker in there would know a way!? Let's go ask him." I said.
We both turned around and walked back inside.
"Well, hello again." he said. "How may I help you this time?"
"Sorry, I know we have been bothering you, but we were wondering.....how can we get back to Earth, even if it was just our spirits?" Waylon asked, curiously.
"Well, all you have to do is get out of here, jump off the clouds and glide your way though to your destination." he said.
We gave him our thanks and walked out of the salon. We walked out of heaven and found the edge of a cloud. We jumped on it and began our journey back to the island.
DAY NINE (DEAD)
It seemed like we were flying., I couldn't see Waylon at all. I looked all around. As I came to turn my head the opposite direction of where I was looking, my whole body turned with my head. I suddenly saw Waylon, about eight feet above me. He looked like a gigantic bird.Suddenly, I felt a hard hit on my head, and then soon my whole body. The object was so big, bigger than me, and I couldn't get out of it. Waylon came flying and pulled my arm.
"You're stuck in a hot air balloon, you idiot. Stop fighting it!" he yelled.
Waylon pulled me out, and we flew the opposite way of where the balloon was heading.
Later, we saw water and land below us. That was definitely the island.
"C'mon, that's the island." Waylon said.
He was ahead of me now, which was weird since the reason we were going in the first place was so I could get revenge.
I felt myself dropping, and I didn't know if that was normal, until I looked at Waylon. He was dropping too.
He seemed to fall on the sand, and I felt the water under me. Oh No!
Suddenly, my whole body was wet and I was surrounded by water.....again!!!
I began to have flashbacks. Flashbacks of how I died.
I started screaming, and then someone grabbed my arm.
"Do you not know how to swim?" said a familiar voice.
It was Waylon.
"Oh thank God. Thanks Waylon."
"Hahahaha anytime." he said.
We walked to shore and layed down on the sand.
We talked and talked, while the warm sun dried our bodies.
DAY TEN (DEAD)
During our conversation, I brought up the idea of getting revenge for my wife."Sure man, that sounds like a plan..kind of weird, but okay. I'm going to go get some alone time while you do that, and when things get dark, we can meet here again." said Waylon.
"Yeah, sounds great." I replied to Waylon.
We both then took our own ways. I walked to the right and he walked to the left.
I kept looking back as we got farther apart. Every five seconds, I would see a smaller figure of Waylon than before. When I turned back for the last time, Waylon was out of sight.
"Okay, I guess I'm on my own from now on. It's time to find HIM." I said to myself.
I walked and walked until I came to a familiar tree. I knew I saw that tree before. I climbed up the tree. Everything felt like it happened before. I sat in a comfortable spot, and I suddenly spotted objects. Some big leaves lay on the tree branches, and there was a flashlight and binoculars under them.
"Wow. I had these when I was alive on this island!" I said to myself.
I suddenly had flashbacks. I saw myself looking through the binoculars at a campfire with people around it. They guy was one of them.
I came back to reality. I took my binoculars and looked through them at the same angle.
DAY ELEVEN (DEAD)
There was no one ahead. Last time I checked there, there was a group of people sitting around a campfire. Now there was no campfire nor people around it. It was depressing. Thoughts kept running through my mind now. I thought and thought. I thought of things I have never thought of before.What if he died? What if he ran away and I was just wasting my time?
It was getting dark, so I decided to sleep on it. I was still up on the tree branches.
I took the big leaves and covered myself. I thought and thought, and before I knew it, I was asleep.
The next morning, I woke up. I tried remembering what I thought about when I was dreaming. I couldn't remember much.
I spent the whole day thinking about what to do.
At around dusk, I finally came to a solution.
The plan is to stop what I am doing. I am dead, for God's sake...dead. What good is it for me to go haunt someone? One day I will meet them, and it doesn't have to be now. Why was I in such a hurry? '
I was pretty confident in my decision, and I started climbing down the tree. I left the binoculars where they were, but I took the leaves and flashlight just in case I needed warmth or light during the night.
I started walking back, taking the same way I took to get to the tree. I remembered the agreement I made with Waylon to meet back at the spot we left each other when I was done.
I was done.
I walked back, and thankfully remembering the spot I almost drowned at, I came to a point and stopped.
"I guess I'll just settle here till Waylon comes." I said to myself.
I lay down on the cool sand, put the leaves on me, hugged the flashlight to my chest, and closed my eyes.
DAY TWELVE (DEAD)
I couldn't sleep. My mind was overworking itself. I couldn't stop thinking about random stuff. I wasn't even that tired. At times, I opened my eyes and looked at the shore. It came to me, and then the tide swept it away. Over and over and over again. I was bored out pof my mind waiting for Waylon. I thought it would have been easier, but it wasnt. It was like 15 minutes ever since I stopped in this place and lay on the ground. I was going insane over that 15 minutes."Ugh, how am I supposed to have any tolerance for waiting any longer?" I yelled, as I looked to the sky.
Just a while from then, I saw a figure coming toward me from the sky. He landed on his feet and started walking toward me. It was Waylon.
"Dude, I've been waiting for you here!" I yelled to him.
"Dude, for like how long?" asked Waylon, sarcastically.
"Ummmm, like 20 minutes I think." I said with a smurk.
"Ugh, well I'm sorry to keep your highness waiting for 20 MINUTES!" he said.
"LOL, its fine you dingus." I said.
We both laughed.
"Alright, I think its time we both go up to heaven now. I'm so sick of this place. Its depressing. Seriously!" I said.
"Okay, hahaaa, lets go." he said. " I totally agree, man. I don't like this place. It gives me nightmares."
We both gave each other a hand, jumped from cloud to cloud, and soared.
It was windy, but I didn't mind since it was very hot on the island. Soaring through the clouds in the air made me relieved. It was like I was leaving all the depression and anxiety down at Earth, and was now free. Free of anything and everything. I could do whatever the hell I want, and no one could stop me. It felt great.
DAY THIRTEEN (DEAD)
"So, what are we gonna do when we get to heaven?" I asked Waylon."Well I went to this ice cream place when you were down on that island and I was up here. Its called YoFresh in YoDreams. Lets go there."
"Okay, sure. Its not like I have anything better to do." I said.
I followed Waylon to the place.
We walked in. It smelled so good. Like really good.
Waylon ordered a mint chocolate chip ice cream and I ordered a Heaven spice. I figured it was something around Pumpkin Spice, but better, cause you know, everything is better in heaven.
We got our ice cream and sat down at the parlor.
We awkwardly sat there for 2 minutes and then I spoke up.
"So...What should we discuss?" I asked him. He was too busy digging in his ice cream to pay attention to what I was saying.
"Hellooooo?" I said in a louder voice.
He dropped his spoon and looked up. I repeated the question I had asked earlier.
"Lets just talk about what we are gonna do next. I'm predicting we are going to be here for a while." he answered. Then, he went back to eating the ice cream he had scooped up and left on his spoon.
" Well, you see, I want to go to Germany. I want to see how my son and sister are doing." he said.
"Yeah, sure. You go do that. I think I'm gonna go to Miami to see what my wife is up to. If she even knows I'm dead, or if she is cheating on me again." I said.
"Okay. How long are you going to stay, do you think?" he asked.
"Lets see." I thought to myself. "How about two days. And after those two days, meet me here. If someone comes before the other, just wait."
"Okay, sounds like plan."
We both started to eat our ice cream, which was melting.
We were both tired.
"Lets get some sleep." said Waylon. "Lets just go sleep on a nearby cloud or something."
I didn't reply, just nodded. I followed him to a nearby cloud and we both jumped on it and made ourselves comfortable. It felt like a temper pedic bed.
We both drifted off to sleep.
DAY FOURTEEN (DEAD)
I woke up. I looked to my side, and there was Waylon, still snoring."Wow, that was the first in a long time I got such good sleep!" I said.
Waylon started moving. Slowly, his eyes opened.
"Good mornin!" I said.
"Good morning", he said. He got up and stretched for about 5 seconds.
"So, are we both gonna go our own ways?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Not now though. Let's go get some coffee and breakfast first." I said as I got up. He gave me a hand and then watched me as I stretched.
"Okay, let's go." he said, and we both started walking.
We decidd to take a stroll around heaven, looking at the stores and restaurants to see which one we wanted to have breakfast in. We weren't in a hurry, and we were using this leisurely time to talk before we had to go our separate ways for two days. We stopped at this place. I didn't bother to look at the name of it because my neck hurt. The smell attracted Waylon and I and made us both turn toward it. We looked at each other and knew we both wanted to go in and check this place out, so that's what we did.
"Yooo, they have cinnamon bunssss!" Waylon shouted to me, clapping his hands together. He was so excited, which really amused me.
" I'm not that big of a fan, so I think I'll stick with the American breakfast."
A waitress then came our way. She asked us if we were just two, and Waylon said yes. She seated us in the corner of the restaurant and took our orders. Obviously, Waylon ordered the cinnamon buns he had been craving ever since we walked in. I just ordered the original scrambled eggs with bacon and white toast. The waitress said it would be about ten minutes but she got us the coffee right away. She was a sweetheart.
Waylon and I started a conversation while sipping our coffee. We seemed to talk a lot, as one thing led to the other. I had guessed that the ten minutes were up when the waitress came, carrying our food. We thanked her and she asked if we wanted anything else. We said no and she left us alone.
Waylon and I talked, ate, and laughed about the most random things. I was happy I found someone to accompany me in heaven. No one likes to be alone. He was a really good friend.
DAY FIFTEEN (DEAD)
We finished eating, and the waitress came. She took our empty plates and put a small black pocket book in between both of us. She gave a smile and walked away."Is that a check?" I asked.
"I thought everything in heaven was free." said Waylon, looking confused.
I opened the pocket book. There was no check in there. No paper. Just two pieces of wrapped chocolate. On the wrappers it read Lindt.
"Oh wow. This is my favorite chocolate." I said to Waylon.
He took one. "Mine too!" he said, quickly unwrapping the chocolate.
I took one and we both put it in our mouths. The chocolate seemed hard at first, but seconds later, it was melting into my mouth like there were chocolate fountains in my mouth.
It took us about a minute to digest that chocolate and get it through our throats. It was delicious.
We put our wrappers in the middle of the table.
"So?" Waylon said.
"So?!!" I repeated.
"Well, what's next? Do we go our separate ways from now?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so." I answered.
We both got up and walked out of the door. We stopped at the front and said our farewells. We reminded each other that we would meet here exactly two days from when we left. He went to the right and I went to the left. .
I was now alone. So where was I planning to again? Oh, that's right, Miami...to see how my wife was doing and whether she knows if I'm dead or not.
I got to the gate of heaven and looked out at the clouds. This was my second time going back to Earth. I needed to see what was to be done, so I could come back to heaven after that and stay there forever.
I jumped on a cloud and descended down to Earth. Hopefully, that was going to be the last time I ever had to do that.
DAY SIXTEEN (DEAD)
I was soaring through the air. I didn't know what level of air I was in, to be honest. I descended deeper, seeing more blue than white by the minute.Soon, all the white clouds disappeared from my sight and I saw the big blue ocean. I didn't know if it was the Caribbean or the Atlantic Ocean. There was so much water around me. I knew from then that there would be a lot of flying that day.
I flew for a while, finally spotting some land. I decided to descend to the closest ground to check where I was. I got to the ground. Sand. Sand again!? I walked around and found many trees. The shore and sand were the outside appearance. I went to the inside. It was a forest full of trees. Ugh, I was at the island again! This was probably the other side of the island. I knew it wasn't Miami because it certainly didn't look like it!
I waited a little to allow my soul to get enough energy and then I flew back up into the atmosphere. I decided to fly just the way I was facing, and see where my fate would take me.
I flew and flew. I doubted I was even going the right way. I began entertaining myself. I would try to ascend and descend to where the birds were flying and scare them away. That was really entertaining.
I was getting close to a bird when suddenly, I saw land again! I got so excited. I scared the bird first, and then I headed toward the land. There was a shore again. I was hoping it was Miami Beach.
I got so close and saw many people. Ladies in bikinis, men in shorts, and kids building sand castles!
"Yes!" I yelled. This is most likely Miami.
I got down to the ground and looked around. Everyone was having fun. People were enjoying their lives to the max. That made me miss being alive.
I walked up the beach, to the boardwalk. Man, it felt like it was 120 degrees there.
I walked past the boardwalk and into the streets. Looking at the street names and tall buildings, I knew I was in Miami.
I flew up again, only this time, looking at the signs of street names and directions to get back to my house.
I followed Beach Street until it led me to Consen Street. I knew my way back from there.
Before I knew it, I was in my neighborhood. I arrived at my house. My wife's car wasn't there. Great. It was time to go inside and investigate.
DAY SEVENTEEN (DEAD)
I walked in and went into the house. To my left was a staircase and to my right, a living room. It was just as I had left it. Same furniture, same everything.I walked into the kitchen and looked at the dining room. I was actually hungry. I opened the refrigerator, which was in between the two rooms. The refrigerator was practically the same as I had left it! There was the yogurt on the door, and the cheeses and cold meats on the shelves. I took them out ans started eating them. It tasted so good,. It tasted like home. Well that's weird.
I went back into the living room and sat on the couch. I looked around and switched on a lamp. Under the lamp, there was a framed photo of my wife and I that I had never seen there before. I mean, until the last day I was here, it wasn't there. I never thought she would actually be putting that up. I thought for a second that maybe she didn't cheat on me. Maybe I was mistaken. I turned off the light of the lamp. The next thing I decided to do was go up to our bedroom, which would probably give the most clues. I went up the staircase and turned right, walking into our room. The bed was made, and there were black clothes all around the room. Maybe someone died.
Wait a second. Maybe she figured out I died. There were too many thoughts running through my head. I looked around the room once more, going through papers and files. Nothing stood out. No files, divorce papers, nothing.
I still didn't have enough information to prove anything. As I walked out of the room, I saw a paper on the ground under one of her back shirts.
Picking it up, I read the title, Need Financial Assistance for Funeral Payments? We Can Help!.
I didn't recall anyone in our family dying. Maybe that was for me. Maybe all along, she knew I was dead. I still didn't know how she felt about it.
Suddenly. I heard the sound of someone unlocking the front door and opening it. I dropped the shirt and paper to exactly where they were, looking around the room to make sure I didn't leave anything where it wasn't. I went downstairs. There she was, the love of my life, wearing all black and looking very sad. She walked in and dropped her purse on the ground, wiping her tears with her worn out tissue. She kept the door open. Why would she do that?
I heard a voice coming from the outside. I went to the door and saw her friend, Layla, locking the car and walking toward the house.
She walked in, closed the house door, locked it, and went and sat down next to my wife. She had her hand on her back and tried to console her as she started to cry.
"Shh, its okay, its okay." she said.
My wife looked to the right and turned on the same lamp I turned on earlier that day. She took the framed picture of her and I and held it.
"I just miss him so much!" she said. "I can't believe he died trying to get a job interview." That's what I told her I would be doing.
"I loved him ALL OF MY LIFE. He was the love of my life, and no one could ever replace him in my heart." she said. She turned to her left, where her friend Layla was.
"You know all of my secrets right? I stayed loyal to him my whole life. No other man. I wonder if he stayed loyal to me too." she said, as she started to cry again.
DAY EIGHTEEN (DEAD)
I started to tear up. I couldn't believe I had blamed her all of this time for something she didn't even do. I jumped to conclusions, and I was wrong. At that moment, I wanted to live again, just for a few seconds even, to tell her I was sorry....sorry for everything. I was desperate and depressed. All i kept thinking of was how much of an idiot I had become. How my mind took over my thoughts and actions, and made me such an idiot. I just couldn't believe it. And then the maybes came.Maybe if I wouldn't have jumped to conclusions and blamed her, I could be with her today. If I wouldn't have blamed her for something like that, I would have never went on that plane, never gotten stranded on that dumb island, never would have got lost at sea and sunk. Wow, I'm the biggest idiot. Not only did I do that, but this was all a lie for my wife. The last feeling I felt toward her was probably hatred, and the last thing I told her was a lie. Wow. Wow, Marcellino, great job. Just great.
I looked up at her watered face. I couldn't bear looking at her any longer. I felt more and more guilty as I did, so I just looked down at my feet. I figured it was time to go now. I wished her the best luck and yelled "I love you" and "I'm so so sorry" even if she couldn't hear me.
I walked out the door and wiped a tear off of my face. I suddenly remembered was supposed to meet Waylon at that diner after two days. I was guessing that would be tonight. I then ran back to the Miami shore and flew into the sky. I didn't feel like amusing myself by hitting birds anymore. I wasn't in the mood, especially after all that happened earlier.
I flew for what seemed forever, until I got to a really cloudy place and started jumping off of them. I ascended for a while until I finally arrived at the gates of heaven. I entered feeling very unworthy and followed the signs that took me to the diner. There I saw Waylon, eating a cinnamon bun, and sitting on the bench just outside of the diner. I walked closer and closer to him, wishing he wouldn't ask me how my trip was.
DAY NINETEEN (DEAD)
I walked up to Waylon. At first, he couldn't see me because he was too focused on his cinnamon bun. I decided to wait until he finished and actually decided to look up. I didn't want to ruin his happiness with my gloominess.He finally finished and looked up, while wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Marcellino!" he yelled. "Hey, man. How was your trip?" He got up and hugged me.
I looked at him, with my droopy eyes, and didn't say anything.
"Oh, was it that bad?"
"Eh, you can say so." I replied.
He took me inside the diner that we were at before we split up and we ordered some lunch. I didn't really feel like eating or talking, but I didn't want to upset Waylon.
"So... tell me about all your trip." he said, energetically.
"No, you go ahead and start first.
"Well, okay...if you insist. I went back to my hometown...."
I started to day dream. I couldn't really pay attention to what he was saying. He was explaining all these things and I was being plain rude. I couldn't help it though. For some reason, I could not concentrate on what he was saying. I tried, but I just couldn't. I think my guilt took over me.
"So." he said. "What did you do?"
I honestly didn't want to answer that question, and I was considering giving him the silent treatment, but I didn't want to be rude, or at least, that was enough disrespect to the guy for one day. I told him about everything. About hitting the birds with stones on the way there. About arriving to the house and seeing everything the same way it was when I had left the house. About finding the financial needs for funeral payments on the ground. About finding my wife, dressed in all black, crying. I just couldn't handle my emotions anymore. My eyes were tearing up and tears were rolling down my warm cheeks. I felt like a baby. An idiot. A betrayer.
DAY TWENTY (DEAD)
I finished telling my side of the story. I put my head down; I couldn't help to see Waylon looking at me crying like an idiot. He patted my arm, assuring it was okay and that what we had to look at from then on was the future. I looked up at his face. I wiped my tears off of my cheeks and rubbed my eyes."Okay, so what next?" I asked. I felt like I've asked that question too many times.
"I don't know. It seems like we'll be here for eternity, so I guess we'll just live on, doing random activities." he said.
Waylon was right. We were going to be here forever. Forever was a scary word now that I had started thinking about it. Life on Earth was fun. I feel like I had a purpose...we all did. But on heaven I just feel like we are stuck in one place..FOREVER. Like I will never be able to be anywhere else. It was like there was no purpose to life. Well, "life". I don't know. I always hated when this topic came into my mind and had me thinking like this. It was just to confusing to grasp on all of that information. I tried to stop thinking about it, but couldn't. After all, this is the after life and its really normal if these thoughts come into my mind.
I looked at Waylon. He was jut looking at the wall behind me, staring. I turned around to see what he was looking at, but it was a blank wall. I guess he was just day dreaming. Or thinking.
I decided to start thinking too. As much as I hated thinking, I knew I had to. It was really confusing and scary to think and go beyond the imaginations in my head. I didn't know what "life" was going to be like. As much as I loved heaven because of how much freedom and peace there was, I hated it because it was just a never-ending cycle, all the time. I looked at Waylon. He was still thinking. Man, what could be that interesting to think about?
I decided to leave him thinking. I left a message on the paper in front of me saying I was gonna spend some time at the gates of heaven.
I left the diner and went to the gates of heaven. There, I sat down, and stared at the gates of heaven, hoping for my wife to come through soon.